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  Feb 2017 Kirsten Waskewich
Traveler
I love to write
Simultaneously
I hate to read

I'd rather listen
As my muse
Breaks free

Under water
Balancing breath
Deep in sleep
Closer to death

Chasing passion
Down endless
Rabbit holes

I love
To follow
No matter
High or low

And when the trip
Comes to an end
I suppose
I'll come back
  As a Poet again...
Traveler Tim
I think its a good idea, maybe not forever, but how are we supposed to keep this country from going to *** if we dont do something about it. We need a plan, and a plan fast, maybe this an act of panic, maybe it is an act of power, for whatever reason it maybe this country needs help and we have got to get on the same page and fight for what we love!
#trump #ban #immigration #help #reply
Why do I feel that
I'll regret what I'm saying
When I text people

Why do I feel like
Every decision is the
Most important one

Why do I still feel
Backed into a corner when
Someone shouts at me

Why do I feel that
Absolute compulsion to
Run away from here

Why is it that I
Just can't seem to make my mind
Function like others'
Who made you the centre of my universe?
Because it sure wasn't me.
Do you think that I want my life to revolve around you?
like i'm just a planet orbiting the sun,
A pair of jeans in the washing machine
Or flotsam in a whirlpool.
I don't suppose you'd understand,
How dizzy I get,
after a day around you
Or even a few moments.
How I can't keep my balance
And the world sort of tips
till' everything is inside out
backwards and all mixed up.
Except you.
because for some reason
the only stable thing
in this topsy-turvy world
is you.
not really sure how this came out.. critique welcome
I'm hopelessly in love
and...
you're not making it very easy.
Love is a disease I welcome easily.
I ran right into its arms and got stabbed right in the heart.
Betrayed by the feeling i had trusted the most.
And when i fell back hoping to be caught,
you weren't there, you weren't there.
I fell right to the floor, you told me you loved me.
And then you left me cold and sore.
Yes, i believe you,
I always believe your stories.
You would never lie to me.
You always tell the truth.
I trust you with my life.
Wait, what is this?
What are they saying?
I dont understand.
You are a liar?
What is the pain I feel?
Why have you stabbed me in the back?
Friend?
...Friend?
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